Chapter One:
Owl's giant amber eyes glowed in the sun. He looked up at Gorse. "Now, that you can hunt..you can catch your own prey, Owl.." Gorse murmured. "Yes, father" Owl dipped his head. He followed the scent of rabbit and began crouching. He crouched into the brambles and jumped. The rabbit's ears flattened of fear and it started running. Owl tried his best to run fast. But then, Gorse jumped from the brambles and perfectly bit the rabbit's throat with his powerful jaws. He then picked the rabbit up. "You should get faster, Son..." Gorse growled. Then his ears flattened.
A weird scent came into Owl's nose. "Hm? Can you smell that too?" Owl asked. Gorse's eyes narrowed. Then he walked away. "I will meet you by our den..." Gorse growled. "And i expect you to find more prey.." Owl nodded and followed the weird scent. Then he gasped. A beautiful white she-cat with blue eyes and a tom with dusty-brown fur were sitting and talking. Owl growled. Were these cats stealing their prey? "Hey! You there! What are you doing on the moor?" The tom narrowed his eyes. The she-cat dipped her head. "Uh, my name is White..and this is..Dust-" "If he is so aggressive we should be aggressive too!" Dust snapped. White's ears flattened. "C-calm down, Dust...i was just telling him our names..nothing big.." Owl's eyes widened. "I am Owl..." He said.
Dust's eyes softened. "Well, he calmed down.." Dust snorted. White rolled her eyes. "Hello, Owl...so..do you live somewhere here?" White asked. "Uhh..my father, Gorse and i live in a hollow"
Owl explained. White's eyes widened. "Well, i prefer the trees than the moor..." She murmured. "I know..the rabbits here are so fast!" Owl laughed. Dust narrowed his eyes. "Are you both serious?
You both are too slow to hunt rabbits, that's why" Dust murmured. "Quiet, Dust...Even you can't climb a tree and hunt a squirrel! But i can!" White laughed. Dust rolled his eyes. Owl looked impressed. "I thought i was the only one who could climb trees! Gorse told me that i will turn into a squirrel if i climb too many trees!" Owl laughed. White purred. "Gorse sounds like someone,
huh? Can we meet him?" She asked. Owl's eyes widened. He did not know these cats. What if they attack Gorse and Owl? Owl shook the thought away. "Alright..follow me!" Owl was leading the way.
He walked through the brambles and to the hollow. The tree was very big, but old. Maybe it could break? Owl narrowed his eyes. He was thinking too many bad things. Then he saw Gorse's grey-white fur beside the hollow. Gorse narrowed his eyes. "Why did you bring so many cats to camp, Owl? Haven't you learned that strangers might be dangerous?" Gorse snapped. Owl's ears flattened.
"This is..White and Dust..They were looking nice so-" "All rogues look nice...but they turn out to be murderous.." Gorse murmured. White's eyes widened. "Oh..I'm sorry..we can leave.." White said. She turned but Gorse stood up. "Fine..you can stay..but i'm keeping my eyes on you two..." Dust's ears flattened. White dipped her head. Owl sat down beside White. "I'm sorry about Gorse..
he can be kind of grumpy.." Owl said. White shook her head. "No, we should be sorry..we wanted to come.." Owl shook his head. "Ugh, can you two stop flirting?" Dust snorted before Owl could say anything. "F-Flirting?!" White staggered. She blushed as she looked at Owl. "Yes, flirting..You're trying to say that it's your fault so the other one will like you.." Dust teased. Owl's ears flattened. "Sorry for my brother..he is kind of annoying.." White said, blushing. "Oh, you're the one who's annoying! You're flirting with a stranger!" Dust snorted. White rolled her eyes.
"Anyways, would you like to hunt with me beside the trees? We need some peace and silence from my brother" White purred. Owl dipped his head. "Sure!" Then he turned towards Gorse. Gorse only dipped his head and turned around. Dust narrowed his eyes. "Good luck getting away from me!" He laughed. White and Owl ran out. Then they ran across the moor. But, Owl had this weird feeling inside. Was White to be trusted? Was she only trying to be nice? Then he stopped as they reached the trees. He purred as the trees moved from the wind. "Right, let's go..." Owl purred, following a scent. Then he knew it was a squirrel scent. A squirrel was sitting on the grass, eating a nut. Owl smirked. He crouched and jumped. He timed it perfectly and snapped the squirrel's neck.
Then he heard a bird flying towards the big, Owl Tree. Owl named it after an owl tried to grab him from this tree, but Gorse scared it away. Owl buried the prey and followed the Thrush. He quietly climbed the first branch. He thought he could hear a nest with thrush kits. He purred. That would be much prey, but he kind of felt bad for the kits. They were just young and helpless.
They could not escape and they were just trying to live. Owl shook the thought away. Prey is prey. He jumped and snapped the Thrush. The thrush kits made sounds. And Owl throwed the nest down,
thinking that they would die from a fall. The nest fell down, and the twigs of the nest were scattered around. The thrush kits lay helplessly and made sounds. Suddenly, Owl heard a crack. Then he gasped as the branch was thorn in two. He fell down, onto the ground. He landed on his paws though. Then he began to claw the helpless little thrushes. Owl closed his eyes. Prey was prey. Then he opened his eyes when the thrush kits went silent. That would be enough prey for everyone. He did have this weird feeling. Was it right to kill the thrush kits? He narrowed his eyes as he picked up the thrush. Then, he heard a little purr behind him. Whitestar was carrying two voles. She dropped them. But her eyes narrowed when she saw the thrush kits. Her eyes softened. "Prey is prey..." Owl said. His tone was sad, but sure. Then he picked up the thrush and the thrush kits. It was kind of hard to carry all of them, but he caught them. Then he realized, that catching prey here is easier. He then shook his head and walked back to the moor.
Owl dropped the thrush and the thrush kits onto the prey-pile. Then he closed his eyes. Was this right for him to do? He narrowed his eyes. Gorse had to understand. He walked up to Gorse and sat down. "Gorse? I have to speak with you.." Owl began. Gorse had interest in his gaze and sighed. "What?" "You see...I was hunting in the trees and..I found plenty of prey there! Can't we move to the forest?" Owl asked. Gorse's eyes narrowed. "Don't you remember when the owl almost got you?" Gorse growled. "Yes, but i'm a lot bigger now.." Owl said. Gorse growled. "I can't feel the wind in my fur in there, it's too much..." Gorse murmured. "Fine, if you don't move there, i will.." Owl said loudly. "Very well, suit yourself.." Gorse growled. Then he turned around.
Owl dipped his head and walked to the prey pile to pick up the prey. He picked up the thrushes and walked to White. "White? Would you like to join me and have a den in the forest?" He asked,
dropping his prey. Dust's eyes narrowed. "Oh, so you're mates now?" He teased. White rolled her eyes. "No, it's easier to live in the forest than the moor, Goodbye Dust.." She whispered. Dust's ears flattened. He clawed the ground. Then his gaze darkened. "leave..then.." He whispered. White sighed. "I promise i will visit.." "LEAVE!" Dust yowled. White's ears flattened. "Okay.."
She whispered. Then she and Owl left the den. Owl hoped this was the right choice.
